Yg Juju - MYTHANG

C'est la vie, c'est la vie, say less
Y'all more whack than fuckers selling Forex
I'm so S-class, you tikos more moped
Mo' money, mo' problems, that's why I'm so stressed
Stay killin', man this shit get grotesque
I'm Pro-Max, you tikos more 4S
Real OG, y'all smoking on the synthetics
In the club and your girl actin coquettish
Money fetish, I'm a walking aesthetic
Young, lavish a.k.a Mr. Bad Bitch
Sleepin' on me like y'all on a anaesthetic
Got the Zs, lookin like you don't know what a bed is
Over average, crème de la crème, savage
Got the magic, 77 on the Mavericks
Causing havoc, while I'm tryna get the baggage
Old adage, know I'm the whole package
Woah
Got the south side by the neck, uh woah
I got my foot pressed up on the gas, uh woah
So who the real rookie and the vet? uh woah
She said she want a dude who can flex, hoe
Too hot like the Bengay
Hella pendants, iced out on a Wednesday
Came home, got the whole game in a frenzy
Hella hoes holla at me she know
I'm doin my thang
I'm just doin my thang
I'm the crème de la crème
Doin my little thang
I'm just doing my thing
I'm just doing my thing
I'm the crème de la crème
Doin my little thang
So I'mma just do my thang
My thang, my thang, my thang
I'mma just do my thang
My thang, my thang, my thang
I'mma just do my thang
My thang, my thang, my thang
I'mma just do my thang
My thang, my thang, my thang
So I'mma just do my thang
Big Juju, call me Mr. Matador
Y'all chinchillas round a big Labrador
Everybody know me doggin' in the front court
George Fore
Man, I'mma send em all up to the morgue
I'm a South side baby, got em bumping in the North
Fuck it, tryna the make bands in the West
You tikos a non threat, Napoleon complex
I'm the top dawg comin out of the province (Uh)
Shimmy shimmy ya, Corleone I'm the don
Ya bitch at the front cheering with the pom-poms
Said she wanna see my face in the early morning
Like nah, that ain't really really how I run
Cuz I'm too hot, too hot
I'm on another level and you not, you not
I'm cold like an AC cooler cooler
Can't measure up, bitch you need a ruler, ruler
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Woah
Got the south side by the neck, uh woah
I got my foot pressed up on the gas, uh woah
So who the real rookie and the vet? uh woah
She said she want a dude who can flex, hoe
Too hot like the Bengay
Hella pendants, iced out on a Wednesday
Came home, got the whole game in a frenzy
Hella hoes holla at me she know
I'm doin my thang
I'm just doin my thang
I'm the crème de la crème
Doin my little thang
I'm just doing my thing
I'm just doing my thing
I'm the crème de la crème
Doin my little thang
So I'mma just do my thang
My thang, my thang, my thang
I'mma just do my thang
My thang, my thang, my thang
I'mma just do my thang
My thang, my thang, my thang
I'mma just do my thang
My thang, my thang, my thang
So I'mma just do my thang
My thang, my thang, my thang
My thang, my thang, my thang
My thang, my thang, my thang
So I'mma just do my thang
My thang, my thang, my thang
My thang, my thang, my thang
My thang, my thang, my thang
So I'mma just do my thang

Written by:
George Siahaan

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